David’s feet dangled over the edge of the plush chair, his legs too short to reach the ground, a sight that had become the norm in his life at 3’1’’. Despite his immaculate grooming and tailored attire, his diminutive stature often made him feel more like a curiosity than a man. He fiddled with his watch as he prepared to speak, his eyes darting up to his therapist, Vera, who loomed in her high-backed chair with an effortless presence.

Vera was 6’6”, an undeniable force of nature. Her black, fitted attire highlighted her commanding stature, and the slight tilt of her sharp glasses gave her a penetrating gaze. Her legs, impossibly long and crossed elegantly, ended in sleek heels that seemed as imposing as David himself.

“Go ahead, David,” Vera said, her tone calm and professional, though her curiosity shone in her eyes.

David sighed. “It’s not just the looks or the comments anymore. It’s… everything. Doors are too heavy. Tables are too high. People laugh when I try to use a step stool, but what choice do I have? It’s like the world was built for everyone but me.”

Vera nodded, though her thoughts momentarily drifted. She couldn’t help but notice how small he seemed—almost fragile—yet his voice carried a weight of resilience that intrigued her. As David spoke, her mind unintentionally wandered. She imagined standing beside him, her frame towering over his like a monument. What would it feel like to rest her palm on his head or—her lips curled slightly in amusement—to step on him accidentally like a true giant?

She shook herself back to focus. “That must be exhausting,” she said empathetically. “Constantly having to adapt to a world that’s not designed for you.”

“It is,” David admitted. “But I try not to let it get to me. I’ve learned to anticipate people’s reactions. The gawking, the jokes—it doesn’t sting as much anymore. What does sting is how isolating it can feel.”

Vera leaned forward, her interest genuine. “How so?”

David hesitated, glancing down. “People treat me like I’m less. Less capable, less worthy of respect. Even when they’re kind, there’s always this… pity. Like I’m something to be protected, not someone to be taken seriously.”

Vera’s lips pressed into a thin line. She couldn’t imagine such a feeling. Her height and presence commanded respect everywhere she went. If anything, she often felt too much attention, too many eyes on her. “Do you ever get angry about it?”

“Sometimes,” he admitted. “But what’s the point? It’s not like I can change the world—or myself.”

Vera nodded, though the gears in her mind turned. The contrast between their lives fascinated her. She had always been the one towering over others, her height a source of confidence and curiosity for those around her. But David? He lived on the other end of the spectrum entirely.

Her gaze flicked to his tiny shoes, dangling a good foot above the floor. Her own feet shifted, her size 16s enclosed in sleek black pumps. She could imagine her foot being nearly half the length of his leg, if not more. She felt a sudden, unbidden urge to test the comparison, to stretch out her leg and align her shoe next to him. Would his entire torso match the length of her foot?

“Do you mind if I ask a personal question?” she asked, her voice gentle but curious.

David shrugged. “You’re the therapist. Shoot.”

“Do you ever think about… how your size makes others feel?”

David tilted his head, surprised. “You mean, like how they see me?”

“Yes, but also how it affects them emotionally.” She hesitated, choosing her words carefully. “You have a unique presence, David. I imagine it leaves an impression—good or bad—on nearly everyone you meet.”

David chuckled softly. “I guess I’ve never thought about it like that. I’m usually too busy trying to get through the day.”

Vera smiled faintly, her imagination drifting again. She thought about how she must appear to him—gigantic, almost monstrous in scale. The image of her shadow falling over his diminutive form flashed in her mind. And then, a peculiar thought entered unbidden: What would it feel like to step on him?

The thought startled her, though it didn’t entirely repulse her. Her feet, currently crossed under her chair, shifted slightly. His entire frame couldn’t be more than three of her footprints in length. The power disparity intrigued her in ways she didn’t dare voice aloud.

David’s voice broke through her reverie. “Why do you ask?”

“Oh,” Vera said, blinking. “It’s just… I find your perspective fascinating. You’re resilient in a way most people can’t even comprehend.”

David gave a small, self-deprecating laugh. “Resilience is just what happens when life doesn’t give you a choice.”

Vera smiled warmly, though her thoughts lingered on the difference between them. In her mind’s eye, she stood over him, an emblem of everything he wasn’t: large, imposing, powerful. Yet, she couldn’t help but admire the strength it took to live a life like his.

“David,” she said softly, “I think you’re far more remarkable than you realize.”

David met her gaze, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. “Thanks, I guess.”

As the session drew to a close, Vera felt a strange mix of awe and respect for her tiny client. He was a man of incredible resolve, living in a world that dwarfed him at every turn. And yet, she couldn’t stop herself from imagining what it might feel like to test the limits of that difference—to feel the true scale of their disparity.

Perhaps, she thought with a sly smile as David hopped off the chair and headed for the door, that was a question for another day.

David had just slipped off the oversized chair, his feet touching the ground with a soft tap. He adjusted his jacket, ready to make his way out, when Vera's voice halted him.

“Wait,” she said, standing from her seat.

David turned, craning his neck to look up at her. The difference between them felt even more pronounced now that she was fully upright, her towering frame casting a long shadow across the room.

“Yes?” he asked, his voice cautious but curious.

Vera hesitated for a moment, her hands clasped loosely in front of her. “Before you go… can I ask one more thing?”

David raised an eyebrow. “Sure, I guess. What’s on your mind?”

She stepped closer, each stride purposeful but unhurried, and stopped a few feet in front of him. From this distance, the disparity between them felt almost surreal. His head barely reached her hips, and she had to look straight down to meet his eyes.

“I hope this doesn’t sound strange,” she began, her tone careful, “but… I’ve been curious about something.”

David shifted his weight. “Curious about what?”

Her lips curled into a faint, slightly sheepish smile. “The size difference between us. It’s just so…” She paused, searching for the right word. “... striking.”

David blinked, caught off guard. “Uh, yeah. It tends to be.”

She chuckled softly, then gestured down to herself. “Would you mind if we… compared? Just for a moment.”

“Compared?” he repeated, his brow furrowing.

“Yes. I’d like to see how small you really are next to me. I think it might help me better understand your perspective.” Her voice was steady, but there was a glimmer of excitement in her eyes that she couldn’t quite hide.

David hesitated, unsure how to feel about the request. On the one hand, it wasn’t the strangest thing he’d heard—people had always been curious about his size. On the other hand, coming from Vera, it felt more personal.

“I guess I don’t mind,” he said finally, shrugging.

Vera smiled, and before he could change his mind, she took another step closer. Standing directly in front of him now, she looked down, her towering figure making him feel even smaller. Slowly, she uncrossed her arms and gestured to her leg.

“Let’s start with this,” she said, slipping off one of her heels and extending her foot. “Would you mind standing next to my foot?”

David’s cheeks flushed slightly, but he obliged, stepping to the side. He glanced down and immediately noticed how much larger her foot was compared to his. Even without the heel, her size 16 foot dwarfed his considerably smaller shoe.

“That’s… wow,” Vera said, a touch of awe in her voice. She tilted her head, imagining the full scale of the comparison. “The difference is bigger than I thought.”

David gave a small laugh. “Yeah, well, welcome to my world.”

Vera’s eyes sparkled as she stepped back into her heel. “Thank you for humoring me. I hope this doesn’t make you uncomfortable. I’m just… fascinated by how different our experiences must be.”

David shrugged. “Honestly? I’m used to people being curious. At least you’re not being rude about it.”

“That’s good to hear.” She hesitated again, then added, “Would you mind one last thing?”

David raised an eyebrow. “What now?”

She grinned, folding her arms. “Stand next to me for a moment. I want to see how we measure up.”

David smirked despite himself. “Alright, but don’t make it weird.”

As he stepped closer, Vera straightened to her full height, and the contrast was staggering. His head didn’t even reach her waist, and her long legs alone seemed to encompass his entire height. Vera looked down at him, her expression a mix of amazement and curiosity.

“Wow,” she said softly. “I think I understand a little better now.”

David chuckled. “Told you. My life’s basically a circus act everywhere I go.”

Vera smiled warmly, placing a hand lightly on his shoulder. “Well, for what it’s worth, you handle it better than most people would.”

“Thanks,” he said, glancing up at her. “Anything else, or can I go now?”

Vera chuckled, stepping back. “That’s all for today. Thank you, David. I’ll see you next week?”

“Yeah,” he replied, heading toward the door.

As he left, Vera couldn’t help but watch him go, her mind still lingering on the sheer scale of their difference. She shook her head, smiling to herself.

The next session began much like the first. David entered the office with his usual calm demeanor, nodding politely as he climbed into the oversized chair. Vera, seated in her chair with her legs crossed, greeted him warmly. Today, she wore a pair of open-toed sandals, her size 16 feet displayed with casual confidence.

“So, how have things been since our last session?” she asked, her pen poised to take notes.

David shrugged. “Not much has changed. Just the usual stuff. Though, I’ll admit, last session stuck with me more than I thought it would.”

“Oh?” Vera leaned forward slightly, curious. “How so?”

“Well…” David hesitated, his cheeks flushing slightly. “You brought up something I don’t really talk about—how my size makes other people feel. I’ve been thinking about that a lot.”

Vera nodded, her gaze steady. “And what have you realized?”

David rubbed the back of his neck, clearly nervous. “It’s not just about how people see me. It’s also about… how I see them. Especially when it comes to, uh, certain things.”

Vera tilted her head, her curiosity piqued. “What do you mean by ‘certain things’?”

David shifted uncomfortably. “This is going to sound weird, but I’ve always been… fascinated by... feet. I don’t know if it’s because it's easier for me to see people’s feet than to look up to their face, but yeah… weird right?”

Vera blinked, momentarily surprised, but quickly regained her professional composure. “Fascinated in what way?”

David sighed, his face turning red. “I mean… I tend to memorize people’s shoes, and for women, their feet. It’s almost as easy to recognize someone by their feet or shoes as it is their face.”

Vera’s eyes flicked down to her own feet, her long toes peeking out from the sandals. She couldn’t help but feel a jolt of intrigue and even some embarrassment. Her feet were enormous by any standard, but next to David’s, they must have seemed downright colossal.

“I appreciate your honesty,” she said carefully. “It’s not unusual for people to have preferences or attractions tied to their experiences. Do you think your fascination is connected to your size?”

“Probably,” David admitted. “Like I said, it’s just something constantly in my view. But in a way, I kind of like it. It’s hard to explain.”

Vera nodded thoughtfully, her mind racing. She’d always been aware of her own stature, her height and size often the subject of awe or envy. But hearing David describe his feelings added a new layer to her understanding.

“I think I see what you mean,” she said. “It’s not just about attraction—it’s about perspective, power, and contrast.”

David looked up at her, surprised. “Exactly. Most people don’t get that.”

Vera smiled faintly. “Well, I suppose it’s not something most people think about. But for you, it’s tied to your identity. It’s not something to be ashamed of, David.”

He nodded, relaxing slightly. “Thanks. It’s just… hard to bring up, you know?”

“I can imagine,” Vera said. “But this is a safe space. You can talk about anything here.”

As their session continued, Vera found herself increasingly aware of her own feet, their size almost comically large compared to David’s. She couldn’t help but wonder what he was thinking. Did he see them as imposing? Intriguing?

When the session ended, David stood to leave, his usual polite smile on his face.

“Thanks again, Vera,” he said.

“Of course,” she replied, her gaze following him as he walked to the door.

As he left, Vera leaned back in her chair, her thoughts lingering on the session.

David entered the office for his next session, his usual calm demeanor in place, though he couldn’t help but glance at Vera’s feet as he took his seat. Today, she was oddly barefoot, her size 16 feet resting casually on the edge of the desk in front of her. Her toenails were painted a sleek black, and her long toes stretched comfortably as if inviting attention.

“Good to see you again, David,” Vera greeted him with a warm smile. “How have you been feeling since our last session?”

David settled into the chair, his legs swinging slightly as they always did. “Better, actually. Talking about… that stuff last time helped more than I expected.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” Vera said, her eyes steady on him. “Have you given any more thought to what we discussed?”

David hesitated, then nodded. “A little. It’s still kind of embarrassing, though.”

Vera tilted her head, her voice gentle but probing. “Embarrassing because it’s personal? Or because you’re worried about how it’ll be received?”

“Both,” David admitted.

A thoughtful silence settled between them before Vera leaned forward slightly, her hands clasped in her lap. “David,” she began, her tone cautious but kind, “I’ve been thinking about what you shared last time. And I wanted to offer you something—if it feels comfortable to you.”

David raised an eyebrow. “What kind of offer?”

“Well,” she said, glancing down at her feet briefly before meeting his eyes, “given your fascination with… feet, I thought it might help you to explore what you find to be embarrassing. Maybe the exposure will make it feel less awkward. If you’d like, you’re welcome to touch mine.”

David blinked, his mouth opening slightly in shock. “You’re serious?”

“I am,” Vera replied, her voice steady. “This is a safe space, and if it helps you process your feelings or better understand yourself, I’m more than willing to accommodate. Of course, only if you’re comfortable.”

David’s face flushed red, and he looked down, his hands fidgeting nervously. “I… I don’t know what to say. Are you sure this is a good idea?”

Vera nodded, a small, reassuring smile on her face. “I wouldn’t have offered if I thought it wasn’t.” She shifted in her chair, lowering her feet from the desk and placing them flat on the ground in front of him. “No pressure, of course. It’s entirely up to you.”

David hesitated, his gaze flickering between her feet and her face. “I guess… maybe just for a second?”

“Take your time,” Vera said, her tone encouraging but calm. “Should I put them in your lap?”

David patted the tops of his thighs, signaling a welcomed landing for her incoming feet, which quickly followed. His hands hovered over her feet for a moment, his nerves making them tremble slightly. Vera watched him closely, her expression neutral but her curiosity piqued. She couldn’t help but grin at the sight of her two giant feet resting in his lap. Her heavy heels dug into his petite thighs, while the tips of her toes were level with the base of his neck.

Tentatively, David placed his hands on the top of each foot. His fingers felt small against her broad instep, and the size disparity was almost comical. He pressed lightly, feeling the warmth of her skin and the smoothness of her skin. He hesitated to touch the soles of her feet, which seemingly felt more intimate for some reason, and instead he casually brushed upwards and over her toes. The light touch ticked Vera, forcing her toes to wiggle momentarily. They were long and slender although not boney in any way - each clearly thicker and longer than his own fingers.

“They’re… bigger than I imagined,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Vera chuckled, the sound low and comforting. “I suppose they are bigger than most. How does it feel?”

“Honestly?” David looked up at her, a mix of awe and embarrassment on his face. “It’s kind of amazing.”

Vera smiled, resting her hands on her lap. “That’s great, David. Don’t be afraid to touch my soles too.”

As his confidence grew, David moved his hands to the other side, tracing the contours of her foot with a gentle touch. The experience was overwhelming but oddly grounding, and he found himself pressing more forcefully into her soles. The warm doughy skin embraced his delicate hands and Vera’s toes scrunched with the added pressure against her arch. 

Vera, for her part, was fascinated by his reaction. The intensity of his focus, the way his small body disappeared behind her feet—it was a powerful feeling.

David's hands lingered on Vera's foot for a moment longer before he pulled back, his cheeks flushed but his expression content. He stared there awkwardly, unsure of what to do next.

“Thank you,” he murmured, his voice barely audible.

Vera smiled warmly, tilting her head. “You’re welcome, David. Not so weird, right?”

She glanced down at her foot and then at him, the contrast between their sizes impossible to ignore. A curious glint flickered in her eyes.

“David,” she said, her tone soft but teasing, “you know, my foot is probably about as big as… well, a good chunk of your body.”

David looked up at her, his face turning red again. “Y-yeah, I noticed,” he stammered, giving a nervous laugh.

Her smile widened, and she lifted her feet slightly, wiggling her toes in anticipation. “Let’s see how close it really is,” she said, her voice light but carrying a mischievous edge. “Why don’t you give them a hug.”

David hesitated, but her gaze was expectant, and something about her playful demeanor made it hard to refuse. Slowly, he leaned in.

Vera watched eagerly as his arms began to wrap around the sides of each foot, slowly embracing them. The difference was staggering—her feet together were basically the same width of his entire torso which hid neatly behind them. David’s chin playfully rested on the tips of her toes as he gave her feet a gentle squeeze.

“Well,” Vera said, her tone filled with mock surprise, “would you look at that? My feet could practically make you disappear.”

David laughed nervously, his gaze darting between the top of her foot and her eyes. “Yeah, I guess they could.”

“Wow,” Vera said, her tone carrying a note of exaggerated amazement. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you existed just to make me feel huge.”

David’s face burned, and he gave a half-laugh, half-groan. “Alright, alright, I get it. You’re big, I’m small. You don’t have to rub it in.”

“Oh, but I love to rub things in,” she teased, suddenly pressing her feet forward, pinning him against the back of the chair. “I mean, how often do you meet someone who is the size of your foot?”

David couldn’t even object as he was playfully squashed against the back of his seat. The warmth emanated from her soles, the tips of her toes brushed against his chin, and embarrassingly, he felt a throb from between his legs. 

“Okay, okay, very funny.” He said, his voice tinged with both embarrassment and amusement.

Vera chuckled, her expression softening. “But… you have to admit, I have some fairly nice feet.”

David smirked despite himself. “Yes, yes you do.”

David settled back into his chair. Despite the teasing, he felt oddly lighter, their playful exchange making the room feel less like a therapy office and more like a space where he could truly be himself.

Vera retracted her feet, having finished her fun, and placed them on the floor. “Well, I think we made some decent progress today.”

That night, David found himself unable to stop thinking about the session with Vera. The feeling of her feet against his body, the sheer size of it compared to him—it was all so vivid in his mind. Her teasing words echoed in his head, playful yet dripping with a small sense of dominance her stature gave her. 

When he finally drifted off to sleep, the images in his dreams were even more intense.

In his dream, he stood in Vera’s office, though everything seemed larger than usual—especially her. She wasn’t just tall; she was enormous. Her legs stretched into the sky like pillars, and her feet, bare and impossibly massive, rested before him with an inviting warmth. David realized he wasn’t giant, he was just smaller. So small, that his prior self would have seemed like a giant to him now.

“Little David,” her voice boomed from above, playful and teasing, just like in their session. “Come out, come out wherever you are.”

He felt himself moving forward, his body responding without hesitation. Her toes wiggled slightly, their motion mesmerizing, and as he reached out to touch them, he felt the soft warmth of her skin. It was like a comforting blanket, wrapping him in a sense of awe and safety.

But as he stood there, her foot lifted slightly, hovering above him. The colossal appendage floated above him, its threatening presence contradicted by the gentle nature of his therapist’s voice.

“You know,” her voice said, a mischievous lilt to it, “I wonder what it would feel like to just… cover you completely.”

Before he could respond, her foot lowered gently onto him. The plush weight pressed against his body, not painfully but with a commanding firmness. He could feel the heat radiating from her sole, the soft ridges of her skin enveloping him completely.

He was pinned, smothered, yet strangely at peace. Her foot was like a warm cocoon, and the immense size difference only made the experience more surreal. His limbs were immobile, plastered against her sole as he was gently squashed against the floor below. Despite the lack of pain, a sense of claustrophobia nearly overtook him and he was seemingly being squashed from existence, with nothing but the warmth of her foot to remind him he was still alive in complete darkness.

“You’re so small, David,” her voice purred, echoing in his mind. “I might just keep you underfoot forever.”

The dream shifted, the sensation fading as he woke with a start, his heart pounding. He sat up in bed, his face flushed and his breathing uneven. The images of Vera’s feet and the overwhelming feeling of being beneath them lingered in his mind, vivid and inescapable.

He ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head. “Get a grip, David,” he muttered to himself.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t shake the thought of Vera and the sheer presence she exuded—not just in her towering height, but in the way she effortlessly dominated his mind.

He glanced at the date. Only two days until his next session. Somehow, it felt like an eternity.

The office was warm and inviting as always, but today there was a casualness to the atmosphere that hadn’t been present before. Vera sat cross-legged on her chair, her usual commanding demeanor softened by the way she leaned back, barefoot, with her big feet resting on the ottoman between them.

David noticed immediately. Her feet were hard to miss—long and proportionate to her towering height, her skin pale with hints of pink at the soles and heels. Her toes were neatly pedicured, the nails painted a glossy black. They were striking and, to David, a touch mesmerizing.

“So,” Vera began, her tone conversational as she sipped her tea. “Let’s talk about your dating life, David. Have you been seeing anyone lately?”

David shifted uncomfortably in his chair. “Not really,” he admitted. “I mean, I’ve thought about it, but it’s… complicated.”

Vera tilted her head, intrigued. “Complicated how?”

“Well…” David hesitated, looking down at his lap. “Most women don’t seem interested in someone my size. And taller women especially… I just assume they’d never consider it.”

Vera raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. “Taller women, huh? So you have thought about it.”

David’s cheeks flushed. “Maybe. But it feels unrealistic.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Vera said, uncrossing her legs and stretching them out lazily. Her feet rested flat on the ottoman, her toes flexing slightly. “Some women might surprise you. But I’m curious—what do you think about taller women? Does the height difference bother you?”

David glanced at her feet and quickly looked away, his face growing hotter by the second. “All women are tall to me...”

Vera’s smirk widened, her eyes glinting with amusement. “I suppose that is true. And what about other differences? Like, say… hands, feet…? Too big for you?” She wiggled her toes for emphasis, the motion drawing David’s reluctant gaze back to her feet.

“No, never” he admitted sheepishly, his voice barely above a whisper.

“You know what all women love, David?” She asked excitedly, not waiting for an answer. “Foot massages!”

Vera leaned forward slightly, her elbows resting on her knees. “You know,” she said, her tone shifting to one of mock seriousness, “I’ve been on my feet all morning. These big feet could really use some attention.” She lifted one foot, flexing it slowly before resting it back down. “A massage would feel amazing right about now.”

David froze, his heart pounding in his chest. “I-I don’t know if—”

“Oh, come on,” Vera interrupted, laughing softly. “Don’t tell me you’re too shy now.”

He hesitated, glancing at her feet again. The faint scent of lavender lotion lingered in the air, mingling with the natural warmth of the room. Her feet looked soft but strong, the slight sheen on her skin suggesting she’d applied moisturizer earlier.

“It’s just a massage, David,” Vera said, her voice light and teasing. “Think of it as helping a friend out. Or are you afraid you’ll like it too much?”

David swallowed hard, unable to find a response. Vera grinned, sensing his hesitation. She lifted one foot and lightly tapped the edge of the ottoman with her heel.

“Come on,” she coaxed. “You’ve got small hands—perfect for getting into all the right spots. I would be so grateful.”

Still hesitant, David leaned forward and placed his hands on her awaiting foot. The skin was warm to the touch, the arch soft yet firm beneath his palms. He began to knead gently, his reluctant fingers pressing into the smooth curve of the doughy flesh.

“That’s it,” Vera murmured, her voice low and content. “See? Nothing to it.”

David focused on his task, his thumbs working over her sole in slow, deliberate circles. The faint scent of lavender grew stronger as he worked, mixing with the natural musk of her skin. Her foot felt enormous in his hands, each time his hand passed across the expansive sole, it was a stark reminder of their size difference. The width of her foot alone was a tad larger than the entire length of his hand.

“You’re getting better at this,” Vera remarked, her tone playful. “Maybe I should hire you as my personal masseuse.”

David couldn’t help but laugh softly, the tension easing slightly. “I think I’d need more practice first.”

“Oh, I’m sure we can arrange that,” Vera said, her smirk returning. “But for now, keep going. My feet aren’t going to pamper themselves.”

Vera leaned back in her chair, watching David with a bemused expression as he continued massaging her foot. The light pressure of his small hands against her sole was surprisingly pleasant, and she let out a satisfied hum. “You know,” she said, her tone playful, “if you’re this good at it, maybe I should just keep you around as my personal footrest.”

David froze, his face reddening as he glanced up at her. “You’re joking, right?”

Vera laughed softly, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Oh, come on, David. Can’t you picture it? You could spend the rest of the day under my desk, massaging the 16s whenever they need attention. I’d get my work done, and you’d get to... well, be useful.”

Her words hung in the air, a teasing challenge that made David’s pulse race. To his surprise, the idea didn’t embarrass him as much as it should have. Instead, it intrigued him.

“I mean…” he stammered, trying to sound nonchalant. “If you really wanted me to… maybe I could–”

Vera blinked, her smirk faltering for a split second. Then her lips curled into a full grin. “You didn’t think I was serious, right?” she echoed, mocking his earlier response.

David shook his head, his face burning. “Not… entirely.”

A moment of silence passed, the air between them thick with unspoken tension. Then, with a shrug, Vera leaned back in her chair and gestured beneath the desk. “Alright, David. If you’re serious, get under there. Let’s see if you can satisfy my needs. Consider this an impromptu interview.”

David slowly slid off his chair and crawled under the desk, his heart pounding as he took in his new position. From below, the sight of Vera’s towering figure above him was even more imposing. Her long legs stretched out, and the space beneath the desk seemed barely large enough to accommodate her big feet, let alone him.

Vera kicked off her chair slightly, dragging it closer to the desk, neatly tucking David’s legs under the legs of the chair. Her feet settled on either side of his head, the sheer size of them leaving him momentarily stunned. The faint scent of lavender lotion still lingered, mixed with the warmth of her skin.

“Comfortable down there?” Vera asked, her voice dripping with amusement.

David nodded quickly. “Yeah, it’s… fine.”

“Good,” she said, leaning back and crossing her arms. “Then time to get to work. Hopefully your interviewing skills are up to snuff.”

Vera lifted her right foot, elevating it over his awaiting body. David watched the ominous silhouette of its shadow traversing across his arm until suddenly the light above disappeared from sight. Her reddened sole filled his view, eclipsing everything else behind. He rested his hand on her big toe, admiring its size as it took up the entirety of his fingers and palm. Then slowly he began to knead the textured sole in small circles, doing his best to remove any of her tension. 

Vera flexed her toes as he worked, a pleased sigh escaping her lips. “Not bad,” she murmured, glancing down at him with a smirk. “You might just have a talent for this, David. Too bad it’s not something you can put on your résumé.”

David chuckled nervously, focusing on her foot to hide his embarrassment. He moved to her toes, kneading the pads gently and marveling at how each toe dwarfed his fingers, seemingly more comparable to the girth of his wrist.

“You know,” Vera continued, her voice thoughtful, “this is actually kind of nice. I could get used to having you under my desk. Really makes work more bearable when you have a personal masseuse to ease the pain.”

David glanced up, his face burning as he caught her amused gaze glaring down at his manhood. “I—uh—”

“Oh, relax,” she said, laughing. “I’m just teasing you. Mostly.”

She wiggled her toes, brushing them lightly against his hands, then leaned forward slightly, her grin widening. “But since you’re down there, you might as well make yourself useful. The other one could use some attention too.”

David switched to her other foot, his hands trembling slightly as he worked his way up from her heel. The texture of her skin was smooth and warm, and he couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of comfort and arousal in the closeness.

The hour seemed to blur as Vera worked at her desk, occasionally shifting her feet to guide him to a new spot or flexing her toes in silent approval. For David, the position was strangely peaceful, the rhythm of his hands on her soles lulling him into a calm he hadn’t expected.

After an hour disappeared , Vera leaned back in her chair, stretching her arms above her head. “Alright, David,” she said, her tone light but firm. “I think it’s time to raise the stakes…”

David froze under the desk, his legs stiff but his heart surprisingly light. Vera parted her feet, creating an unobstructed view of her little helper, and gave him an amused once-over. “You know… I’ve never had my toes sucked.”

Her words turned his calm beating heart into something that felt like it would jump out of his chest. The harmless job of being a masseuse was escalating into something much more sensual. Was this really the therapy he needed? Before David could manage a response, Vera's enormous left foot settled back on his torso, with her heel bumping his hardening manhood while the rest of her sole pressed down, pinning him in place. Her remaining foot elevated over his head, casting a familiar shadow over him while she meticulously placed her toes just above his lips. Her toes spread slowly then relaxed repeatedly as though attempting to entice David and prey on his affinity for feet. 

David couldn’t speak, but his hands instinctively reached up and gently grasped each side of her foot before slowly guiding it downwards. It became apparent the size of her biggest toe would be more than a mouthful. His lips parted and his mouth began to stretch in anticipation of the incoming morsel. 

Vera couldn’t help but smile at the sight of the tiny obedient man embracing her oversized foot. Her dexterous toes spread once more before plunging deep into his eager mouth. The sensation of his wet spongy tongue flattening against the pad of her toe sent tingles up her spine as she closed her eyes in pleasure.

The large toe left little room for much else, and pinned his tongue to the floor of his mouth as it continued to force itself further down. David’s lips relaxed, wrapping themselves around her first joint, as he sucked emphatically in hopes of satisfying his therapist’s request.

“Mmh, David… you bad little man.” Vera purred while biting her lip. 

The pressure against his chest amplified with the toe sucking, not that he minded. The feeling of her sizable sole against his petite body made him feel small and powerless, but he found the contrast equally arousing. His fingers pressed more firmly into her sole, helping drive her toe further into his mouth, as he sucked more and more passionately.

Pulling the toe from his mouth, he whispered from his horny brain, “I’ll be your footrest any day.”

Vera smeared her long toes across his face, watching as her dexterous digits seduced her little client. The urge to take command and have her way with him was almost too much to bear. Her cheeks flushed red at the realization that her panties had become wet. The blurred lines of their once formal relationship, had escalated far past what she had ever intended. Before letting it continue any further, she decided to put her foot down. With a casual sweep of her foot, Vera brushed his dainty arm to the side, before calmly pinning his delicate forearm under her arch.  Then once more with the other foot, leaving both arms splayed outward, trapped firmly in place. Carefully she stood, ensuring the fragile bones underneath wouldn’t break as she placed most of her weight on the balls of her feet, then looked down with an ominous smile.

“Right where you belong.”

The alarm on his nightstand blared, jolting him awake. Groggily, he wiped the sleep from his eyes and slapped his phone screen, silencing the sound. As he blinked against the dim morning light, a notification caught his attention—a text from his therapist. His heart skipped a beat. Vera had never texted him before. Why now?

Eagerly, he swiped up to unlock his phone and tapped on the messaging app, where a single unread message awaited.

“Decided to inspect your housing environment. I want to make sure it’s suitable for your mental health.”

David furrowed his brows. What the hell does that mean? He barely had time to process the words before a series of heavy knocks rattled his front door. His heart pounded in response.

Vera had his address on file from the paperwork he’d filled out before their first session—of course she did. Scrambling to the bathroom, he took a quick look in the mirror and ran his fingers through his messy hair, trying to tame it into something presentable. He straightened his shirt and sighed, rolling his eyes. I’m going to look like shit no matter what.

Knock. Knock.

The impatient thuds urged him forward. He hurried to his custom-built door and peeked through the peephole. A pair of long, feminine legs stood on the other side—undoubtedly belonging to his therapist. Taking a deep breath, he tapped the security button on the wall and unbolted the upper locks before slowly pulling the door open. Light from outside bled in until he found himself staring at a familiar pair of towering legs. His gaze trailed upward—from her waist to her chest and, finally, to Vera’s smiling face.

No matter how many times they met, it never ceased to amaze him just how massive she was—more than twice his height, her sheer presence made him feel impossibly small.

The amazonian woman took a knee, her arms outstretched for a warm embrace, "Good morning, David!"

He blinked. He hadn't expected such a warm greeting, but he wasn’t about to be rude. Stepping forward, he hesitantly returned the hug, slipping between the gap she’d created between her legs. Even kneeling, Vera still loomed over him—his head barely reaching her lower chest. While his arms could only awkwardly grasp at her sides, hers easily enveloped his entire frame.

Then, without warning, she stood—lifting him effortlessly in the process.

David’s stomach dropped as his feet left the floor. Dangling in her grip, he felt like a child, his arms pinned against her firm embrace, unable to protest against her strength.

"Hi, Vera," he mumbled, his voice muffled against her sweater. "I wasn’t expecting you to come over."

Vera let out a soft chuckle before leaning over and setting him back down. When he looked up, she was grinning.

"Well, isn’t it a pleasant surprise?"

Her sharp eyes swept across the room, immediately taking in its peculiar layout. Among the furniture, one normal-sized chair stood out—a lone piece beside an otherwise miniature setup. The couches and a smaller armchair were clearly scaled for David’s stature, all facing a standard-sized television. For him, the screen was probably more like a movie theater.

Just as Vera took a step forward, David’s voice rang out in panic.

"Wait! No shoes, please! I’m rying to keep the carpet clean."

Mid-step, her boot hovered above the pristine carpet. She glanced down, as if noticing for the first time just how immaculate the floor was. Everything had its place—neatly arranged, spotless.

"Of course! Sorry."

With practiced ease, she slipped her fingers into her boot and pried it off, revealing her sock-clad foot. The first boot hit the floor with a thud before she removed the other, neatly tucking them into the corner next to David’s much smaller shoes. Compared to her clown, his footwear looked like a toddler’s.

"You keep your place very clean! That’s a good sign."

David nodded with a sheepish grin, waving her toward the living room.

"In case you couldn’t guess, that chair’s for you."

Vera padded across the plush carpet, her socked feet leaving faint impressions in the thick fibers. Reaching the chair, she gripped the armrests and effortlessly lifted it, shifting it in front of the couch. The contrast between the two pieces was almost comical—her chair looked more like an oversized throne next to the tiny furniture.

"I guess this is where we’ll have therapy today."

She lowered herself into the seat, shifting side to side as she settled in. The wood creaked under her weight, and the chair seemed to shrink beneath her imposing frame.

David lingered near the door, suddenly unsure of what to do with himself. His hands fidgeted at his sides as he glanced toward her, awaiting direction.

She pointed to the couch across from her. “Looks like you got the couch.”

David chuckled, still wrapping his head around the fact that they were about to have an unscheduled therapy session—right here, in his own home. But obediently, he maneuvered past the coffee table and settled into the couch, exhaling as he sank into its well-worn cushions.

Before he could fully relax, Vera extended her long legs, effortlessly clearing the table between them. Her socked feet landed on either side of him, pressing gently against his thighs. His view was now dominated by her parted legs, wrapped in snug jeans, and her large feet, radiating warmth through their cotton covering. A subtle blend of leather and floral lotion lingered in the air.

“Is this okay? I figure after our last session, you wouldn’t mind,” she mused, nudging him lightly with her heel.

“No, no, not at all,” he stammered, trying to maintain his composure. “I could even rub them if you like.”

Vera’s lips curled into a playful grin, flashing her perfect teeth. “Well, if you’re offering…”

David was about to reach for one when, instead, Vera lifted her right foot, using her toes to peel off the sock from her left. With precise control, she slid the fabric down past her heel, over her toes, and let it drop—directly into David’s lap. The sock was still warm to the touch. Before he could react, the second one landed unceremoniously on his head.

The low-profile sock, despite its design to be thin and discreet, draped over him like a makeshift hood. Vera giggled at the sight of her oversized sock engulfing his small head. Then, with a sudden, playful movement, she pressed her bare toes against his face, smothering him in their warmth overtop the discarded sock. She wiggled them over his nose and lips, playfully pinching his face gently between them.

“Now, let’s feel those small hands get to work. I’ve been dreaming about this since our last session,” she admitted, her voice carrying an unmistakable excitement.

David peeled the sock from his face, his cheeks flushed. “You’ve been dreaming about me?” He hesitated, then added, “Funny enough… I had a dream about you a while back. You were massive… like a giant. You had me trapped under your foot, crushing me…” His voice trailed off, suddenly self-conscious about the confession.

Vera’s expression shifted. She crossed one foot over the other and rested her heel on the small empty space between his thighs, her sole now blocking most of his view of her. David was now speaking directly to her feet.

“Is that right?” she asked, wiggling her toes. “And why do you think you had that dream?”

The sheer size of her soles, now a wall before him, made direct eye contact impossible. He placed his hands against the lowest sole, kneading small circles into her arch, trying to focus on her question rather than the overwhelming warmth of her feet.

“Uh… I guess I never really thought about it,” he admitted, his fingers pressing deeper into the soft flesh.

A shiver ran through Vera as she suppressed a pleased sigh. “Did you enjoy the dream?” she asked, her voice lowering. “That feeling of being underfoot? Of a merciless weight bearing down on you?”

David barely had time to process her words before he felt her heel press against his crotch. His breath hitched as her feet inched closer, pressing him back into the couch. In mere moments, his face was buried in her toes. His heart pounded as her soft, warm soles smothered him, the scent of her skin filling his senses. His body tensed, torn between arousal and panic.

Vera grinned as she watched him squirm, his tiny frame helpless beneath her feet. She stretched her legs further, increasing the pressure just enough to keep him trapped. “Is this helping stir your memory?” she teased, her toes playfully smearing across his face.

David’s breathing grew shallow, his small hands pushing against her soles, but they hardly budged. He tapped frantically against her foot, a silent plea for release. “Okay, I give—please stop,” he gasped.

Something awakened in Vera at that moment. It wasn’t just the pleasure of having someone under her feet, or even the act of domination itself—it was the realization that he needed to beg her to stop. That thrill of complete control sent a pulse of arousal through her body. And the truth was, she didn’t want to stop.

She flexed her toes over his face, pressing just a little harder.

“Vera!” David gasped louder this time, snapping her out of the trance.

Her feet dropped to the floor, allowing him to finally suck in a desperate breath. “Oh my… I’m so sorry,” she stammered, genuine shock in her voice. “I… I don’t know what came over me.”

David coughed, composing himself. “It’s okay. I… I, uh… sort of…” He hesitated.

Vera raised an eyebrow. “What is it? You can tell me. This is a safe space, remember?”

He fidgeted with the couch fabric, his nerves evident. But this was therapy, wasn’t it? If there was ever a place to be honest, it was here. Finally, he found the courage to speak.

“I… I don’t know why, but the whole difference in size between us is arousing to me,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve never really thought about it before, but experiencing your feet completely overpower me… knowing there’s not much I can do to stop it… it’s kind of a turn-on.” His cheeks burned with embarrassment.

Vera tilted her head, intrigued. “So you find it arousing that I can overpower you? Or is it just the sheer contrast between us that excites you?” A sly smile crept onto her lips. “Or… are you sure it’s not just my feet?”

David swallowed hard, his face burning with embarrassment. “I mean… yeah, your feet are part of it,” he admitted, his hands gripping the cushion beside him. “But it’s also just… how much bigger you are. It’s like, no matter what I do, you can just… do whatever you want. And I can’t stop you.”

Vera leaned forward, resting her elbow on the armrest as she studied him, her fingers tapping against her cheek. “So it’s about power,” she mused. “Not just my feet, but the fact that I could, if I wanted, completely dominate you.” She gave a smirk, flexing her toes against the carpet. “That’s interesting. You know, I was just realizing something myself.”

David glanced up at her, still catching his breath. “W-What?”

Her smirk widened as she crossed one leg over the other, letting her foot dangle slightly. “I liked it too,” she admitted. “Having you under me. Feeling you struggle. Watching you try to resist.” She paused, biting her lip as she let the words linger. “I think I might’ve gotten a little carried away.”

David’s heart pounded. He wasn’t sure if he should be afraid or excited—or both. “So… what does that mean?” he asked cautiously.

Vera let out a breath, stretching her arms behind her head, her towering form dwarfing the chair beneath her. “It means we might need to explore our little shared interest,” she said, tilting her head at him. “You know… for both our sakes.”

David took a deep breath, still feeling the lingering pressure of Vera’s feet against his body. His face was warm, whether from embarrassment or excitement, he wasn’t entirely sure. He hesitated, his fingers gripping the couch cushion beneath him as he worked up the nerve to speak.

“It’s… it’s not just the difference in size,” he finally admitted, keeping his gaze down. “It’s how you talk about it, too. The way you emphasize how small I am… or when you bring up how big you are. I don’t know, something about hearing it from you just—” He swallowed, his cheeks burning. “It just gets to me.”

Vera arched an eyebrow, a slow, knowing smirk creeping across her lips. She leaned back in her chair, extending her legs again, but this time more casually—one ankle resting atop the other, her soles facing him but not smothering him this time. “Oh?” she mused, dragging out the word. “So it’s not just my feet pressing into you that gets you worked up. It’s when I say things like… how small you look to me?”

David shuddered, his breath hitching slightly. His reaction didn’t go unnoticed.

Vera’s smile widened, and she tilted her head slightly, studying him with the same keen intensity she had during their sessions. “Or maybe,” she continued, her voice taking on a sultry, teasing edge, “it’s when I remind you that my feet alone are basically a third of your height? That just one of my legs is longer than your entire body?” She wiggled her toes slightly, the motion drawing his eyes back to them. “That I could probably wrestle you down with just my big ol’ feet if I wanted to?”

David exhaled sharply, shifting in his seat. He felt like he was shrinking under her gaze, his body betraying him. His fingers curled into the couch. “Y-yeah…” was all he could manage.

Vera leaned forward slightly, resting her elbows on her knees. “Fascinating,” she murmured, as if she were simply analyzing a case study rather than toying with his deepest desires. “So it’s not just about being overwhelmed physically. You like the idea of being reminded of how small you are. You like it when I make you feel it with my words.”

His body tensed at that last remark. Something about the way she said it—gentle, yet condescending, amused yet affectionate—sent a shiver down his spine. He hadn’t realized how much those little verbal confirmations affected him until now.

Vera stretched her legs out again, her soles hovering close to him but not touching. She tapped one of her big toes against his knee, making sure she still had his full attention. “So… if I told you that you look like a little toy for my feet, like a little foot stool… would that do it for you?”

David swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry. “I… I think so, yeah.”

Vera laughed, leaning back again, clearly enjoying this revelation. “Well, that’s good to know,” she mused, her tone almost casual—except for the mischievous glint in her eyes. “I wouldn’t want to waste my breath if my snide comments weren’t having an effect.”

David’s heart pounded. He had just given her even more power over him, and from the look on her face, she was more than ready to use it.

David’s breath caught in his throat. A little toy for her feet. The way she said it—casual, teasing, yet dripping with amusement—made his stomach tighten. His body reacted before his mind could process it, a visible shudder running through him. Vera’s smirk deepened.

David exhaled shakily, trying to regain some semblance of composure, but it was impossible with Vera looming over him like this, legs stretched out, her massive feet resting so close—just there—as if waiting for him to give in. His own legs dangled off the couch, barely reaching the floor, a stark contrast to the effortless way she commanded the space.

“You know,” Vera continued, rolling her ankle lazily, flexing her toes, “I was going to ask if you wanted to take a break. Maybe move on to something else. But now?” She tilted her head, eyes locked onto him. “Now I think I’m having too much fun.”

David shifted uncomfortably—not because he wanted to stop, but because he wasn’t sure he’d be able to handle much more. “W-what do you mean?”

Vera chuckled. “Oh, come on. Don’t play dumb, little guy.” Her foot nudged his leg again, this time a bit firmer. “You just admitted how much you love it when I remind you how small you are. And since I am your therapist, I think it’s only right ‘we explore it.”

David’s mouth felt dry. He was sure his face was burning, his body betraying him in every possible way. “L-like how?”

Vera’s foot lifted slightly, the sole facing him now. “Let’s start simple,” she mused. “Tell me exactly how you feel, looking at these big feet right in front of small, little you.” Her smirk returned, sharp and knowing. “And don’t hold back.”

David hesitated for only a moment before reaching out, his small hand pressing gently against Vera’s massive sole. The warmth of her skin seeped into his palm, the soft give of her arch beneath his touch sending a pleasant shiver down his spine. Her foot dwarfed his hand completely, making the size difference between them feel even more tangible.

His fingers traced along the curve of her arch, relishing the sheer scale of her foot compared to him. “They’re… so big,” he murmured, almost to himself.

Vera chuckled, flexing her toes slightly. “I know, David. You’ve made that very clear.”

Before he could react, her toes suddenly shifted, spreading just enough to catch hold of his wrist. With a playful squeeze, she pinned his right hand between her first two toes, then quickly did the same with her other foot, trapping his left wrist as well.

David’s eyes widened. “H-hey!”

Vera grinned down at him, clearly pleased with herself. “Look at that,” she mused, wiggling her toes just enough to tighten her grip. “You’re tiny enough for me to hold prisoner with just my feet.”

David squirmed slightly, testing her hold, but her toes were basically handcuffs and much stronger than he expected. He wasn’t getting free unless she let him. The realization made his breath hitch.

“My mom used to tease me about having monkey toes.” Vera laughed, giving his wrists a gentle pinch to emphasize her point. “But they come in handy from time to time. Especially for making little waist-high men feel powerless.”

David exhaled shakily, his mind spinning from the mix of her strength, her teasing words, and the simple fact that he was literally trapped beneath her feet.

Vera tilted her head, considering something for a moment before smirking. “Tell you what, let’s make this interesting.” She wiggled her toes slightly, still holding him firm. “I’ll give you two minutes to escape. If you can break free, I’ll make your next session free of charge.”

David’s eyes flickered with both amusement and intrigue. “And if I don’t get free?”

Vera’s smirk deepened. “Then I get to keep you under my feet for a little longer. Maybe use you as a proper footrest.” She raised a brow. “What do you say? Think you can handle the challenge?”

David swallowed, a mix of nervousness and excitement coursing through him. He wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to escape—but a free session was tempting.

“Alright,” he said, meeting her gaze. “You’re on.”

Vera grinned, already looking far too confident. “Good.” She rolled her shoulders and stretched out a bit more, settling in. “Then let’s begin.”

She flexed her toes around his wrists, giving them a teasing squeeze as if to remind him just how securely she had him trapped.

“Time starts… now.”

David gritted his teeth, tugging against Vera’s hold, but her toes were unyielding. With minimal effort, she kept one of his wrists locked in place, her long, dexterous toes curling just enough to remind him of her strength.

“Oh, struggling already?” she teased, her voice full of amusement. “You’ve only just started.”

Before he could respond, her free foot moved toward him, her sole hovering just inches from his face. She wiggled her toes playfully, the scent of her natural warmth filling his senses. Then, with deliberate slowness, she tapped her big toe against his cheek, nudging his head back slightly.

“Gotta admit, this is a pretty easy win for me,” she mused, her tone as casual as if they were discussing the weather. “You’re tiny, David. Even if I use just one foot, I don’t think you’d have much of a chance.”

Her foot trailed downward, her toes lightly grazing his chin before she pressed her sole against his chest, pushing him back just enough to toy with his balance. He tried to resist, but between the firm push of her foot and the steady hold she had on his wrist, he found his body awkwardly stretched.

She chuckled. “I could probably shove you onto your back right now and keep you pinned down like the little bug you are.” She pressed a little more, testing his resistance. “Want to see?”

David’s breathing was uneven. He should be resisting more, but every teasing touch, every playful push and flex of her toes, only made him sink deeper into the moment. The more she emphasized how easily she controlled him, the more he felt the heat rise in his chest.

“You’ve got about thirty seconds left,” Vera reminded him, giving his wrist a playful squeeze with her toes. “Might want to make a last-ditch effort, unless you want to lose.”

David gathered his energy to make one last pull, when Vera strategically countered his movements . With a smug grin, she released his wrist, forcing him to stumble back ungracefully. The sudden shift in balance sent him toppling onto his back, and before he could scramble up, she smoothly planted her sole on his torso, pinning him flat against the floor.

“Oops,” she said with mock innocence, her foot pressing down just enough to keep him in place. “Guess I got a little carried away. Hope you don’t mind.”

David’s breath felt heavy as he stared up at her, her towering form looming over him even from her relaxed position. Her foot was heavy, warm, and unmistakably in control. He could feel the contours of her sole against his chest, her arch rising just above his ribcage, her toes resting near his collarbone. She wasn’t even pressing hard, yet he could tell she wasn’t letting him up unless she decided to.

“See?” Vera tilted her head, amused. “Told you I could keep you down with just one foot. You’re barely putting up a fight.”

David shifted, trying to free his arms to gain leverage against her sole, but she responded by shifting her own weight down, rendering him immobile with effortless ease.

“Mm-mm,” she chided, wiggling her toes against his collarbone. “None of that. We both know you’re not going anywhere.”

She leaned forward slightly, adding just a bit more pressure, making him fully register just how small he felt beneath her foot. “I think we can call this bet settled, don’t you?”

David swallowed hard, barely able to focus on her words. He could feel every teasing flex of her toes and subtle shift in weight. His breathing became slightly labored under the weight of her foot, and yet he couldn’t help but enjoy it.

Vera smirked, sensing exactly what was going through his head. “Don’t feel too bad. This was never a fair fight to begin with.” She lifted her foot just an inch, only to let it rest back down over his face, claiming him once again. “But I think you kinda like that, don’t you?”

David could only manage to muffle in agreement into the darkness of her sole.

“I think that will conclude today’s session, David.”

David had spent the rest of the day replaying his session with Vera in his head. The way she effortlessly overpowered him, the way she spoke about him like he was just some small plaything—it was all so intoxicating. But as he mulled it over, something else began to nag at him.

She knew so much about him—his struggles, his desires, his weaknesses. Yet, what did he really know about her?

Outside of their sessions, Vera was a mystery. He had no idea what she did after work, what kind of person she was beyond the towering therapist who toyed with him like it was second nature. Did she have hobbies? Friends? Was she as dominant outside of their sessions as she was with him? Or was she completely different when she wasn’t in control of the situation?

The idea of not knowing suddenly felt unfair.

So, when the time came for Vera to finish work, David made up his mind—he was going to follow her. Not in a weird way (he told himself), just enough to learn something surprising about her.

He waited outside the building, keeping a safe distance as she stepped out. She wasn’t hard to spot—at 6’6” with legs that went on forever, she moved through the crowd with an effortless, commanding presence. Her long, dark hair swayed as she walked, and despite wearing casual attire now—just leggings and a loose sweater—she still looked every bit as imposing as she did in the office.

David hurried after her, keeping himself just out of her line of sight.

Where was she going? Straight home? Meeting someone? Was she about to prove that she was just as dominant in her personal life as she was in their sessions?

Or, even more intriguingly… was there a side of Vera he had yet to see?

David followed Vera through the bustling streets, keeping a careful distance as she weaved effortlessly through the crowd. He half-expected her to head to a bar, a gym, or maybe even an upscale restaurant—someplace fitting for a woman of her stature and confidence. But instead, she turned into a shoe store.

David slowed his pace, hesitating just outside. Shoe shopping? He hadn’t anticipated that.

Peering through the glass, he watched as Vera made her way toward the sandals section. She moved with purpose, scanning the shelves with the frustration of someone who already expected disappointment.

The moment she picked up a pair of Birkenstocks, David felt a chill run down his spine. They looked huge in her hands, yet when she set them on the floor and slipped her foot in, her toes dangled awkwardly over the edge. Even the biggest size they had in stock wasn’t enough.

Vera let out a sigh, hands on her hips. She muttered something to the employee assisting her—probably asking if they had anything bigger. The employee disappeared into the back, leaving her to idly try on a few other pairs, none of which seemed to fit any better.

David couldn't help but stare. Seeing Vera struggle to find shoes that accommodated her massive feet only emphasized just how huge she really was. He had always known her feet were big—she loved to remind him—but watching her fail to squeeze into already large footwear? That was a whole new level.

Eventually, she shook her head, clearly out of luck, and walked toward the exit. David quickly ducked behind a nearby display, his heart pounding as she brushed past him without noticing.

As soon as she was gone, another woman—a much smaller one, probably around 5'4"—wandered over with her friend. They giggled as they spotted the abandoned Birkenstocks.

"These are ridiculous," the first woman laughed, slipping her foot inside one. Despite Vera's toes hanging off the edge, this woman had room to spare. "Did you see how tall she was?"

"Tallest girl I have ever seen," her friend teased, snapping a picture of her wearing the oversized sandal.

David watched as they continued to joke about the absurd size difference, completely unaware that the woman who had struggled to fit into those shoes was just moments away—and twice as intimidating in person.

He swallowed hard, a strange mix of awe and arousal stirring inside him.

David's heart pounded as he kept a careful distance behind Vera, following her through the dimming streets. She walked with that same effortless confidence, her long legs making it difficult for him to keep up without breaking into a jog. After her disappointing trip to the shoe store, she looked a little dissatisfied, her usual smirk replaced by something more neutral. So she doesn't always get what she wants, he mused.

Eventually, she reached her home—a sleek, modern-looking house with a sizable garage attached. As she stepped inside, the garage door began to close behind her. David acted on impulse, slipping inside just before it shut completely. He ducked behind a stack of storage bins, barely breathing as he listened to her footsteps move into the house.

Once he was sure she was inside, he exhaled. Alright. Now what?

His eyes darted around, landing on a small window between the garage and the main house. If he could get a better look inside, he might learn something about her—hobbies, interests, maybe even vulnerabilities she’d never admit.

Spotting a garbage bin nearby, he carefully stepped onto it, trying to gain enough height to peek through the window. The moment he shifted his weight, the bin wobbled dangerously beneath him.

Shit.

Before he could steady himself, the bin tipped, sending him crashing to the ground. The noise echoed through the garage like a gunshot.

David barely had time to react before he heard movement from inside.

Damn it! He scrambled on all fours, diving under the parked car just as Vera’s footsteps approached. His breath was ragged, his heart hammering against his ribs. He could see her feet from his hiding spot, those massive size 16s stepping onto the cold garage floor. She stood there for a moment, scanning the area, her sharp eyes surveying the mess he had made.

His shoe sat among the toppled garbage, unmistakably tiny compared to anything Vera would wear. He clenched his fists, waiting for her to react—to pick it up, inspect it, and call him out. But she didn’t.

Instead, she let out a sigh. “Damn cats,” she muttered, before turning and walking back into the house, shutting the door behind her.

David’s muscles relaxed slightly. She really didn’t notice?

The moment he was sure she was gone, he crawled out from under the car, hurrying over to the pile of trash. His hands sifted through the mess until he grabbed his shoe, quickly slipping it back on. That was close, he thought, exhaling in relief.

But his curiosity wasn’t satisfied. He had come this far—he wasn’t about to leave now.

He crept toward the garage door leading into the house, testing the handle. Unlocked. He carefully eased it open, slipping inside, keeping to the shadows. The house was silent, dimly lit, and deceptively still.

Then—suddenly—everything turned upside down.

A massive hand clamped over his face, smothering any sound before he could react. Another arm wrapped around his waist, lifting him effortlessly off the ground.

David’s muffled yelp was lost against Vera’s palm as she carried him with humiliating ease, his legs kicking uselessly. She didn’t say a word—she didn’t need to. The slow, deliberate way she walked told him everything.

She had been waiting.

He had walked right into her trap.

Vera carried him to her bedroom, kicking the door shut behind her before tossing him onto the bed like he weighed nothing. Before he could scramble away, she was on him, her weight keeping him still.

She reached for a shoelace—one of her own, long and thick—and in a matter of seconds, she had his wrists tied together, bounding them together on his frontside. His protests were met with nothing more than a smirk as she grabbed another lace, binding his ankles together just as tightly.

David squirmed, but it was useless. He was completely at her mercy.

Vera leaned in close, her breath warm against his ear.

“Oh, David,” she purred, tightening the knot. “You really thought you were being sneaky?”

Her smirk widened as she ran a slow finger along the curve of his jaw.

David barely had time to process the situation before Vera grabbed him again. Despite his struggling, she lifted him clean off the bed, her powerful arms handling him like a doll. His bound feet dangled uselessly as she turned and pinned him against the wall with ease, pressing him firmly against the unforgiving surface.

She leaned in close, her sheer size overwhelming him as her body all but swallowed his smaller frame. Her fingers, long and powerful, gripped his jaw, tilting his head upward so he had no choice but to meet her gaze.

“You know,” she murmured, her voice smooth but laced with amusement, “stalking someone and then breaking into their house is very illegal.” She gave his face a gentle but firm squeeze, her thumb brushing over his cheek. “I think we can find a punishment to fit the crime.”

David swallowed hard, the sheer presence of her towering form pressing against him, making him hyper-aware of just how small he was in her grasp. She wasn't just pinning him to the wall—she was towering over him, practically having to look straight down at him.

She squatted down on both knees, wrapping a hand around his throat before giving it a slight squeeze. “I wonder,” she continued, her head still needing to tilt down in his direction, “what’s an appropriate sentence for a tiny little trespasser?” Her smirk widened as she let her free hand roam, fingers tracing down his arms, over his tied wrists, where they quickly wrapped around them like a boa constrictor. Her one hand swallowed both of his with ease. He gave a futile attempt at resisting, but his futile efforts were unable to prevent his hands from being pinned above his head, trapped against the wall.

“Now, David,” she cooed. “Maybe as punishment I simply use you for pleasure…”

Vera stood back to her feet, hoisting David further up the wall in the process. Her hand hadn’t even gotten level with her breasts yet, and he was already having to tiptoe to avoid being lifted entirely from the ground. 

“Cute,” she whispered while using her free hand to slide the pants from her waist. 

The long jeans fell to the floor, crumpling around her ankles. Her long bare legs dominated his view, and a pair of purple mesh panties were all that stood between him and her more private region. One long manicured finger promptly removed the last remaining barrier, sliding the skimpy undergarment to the side in one quick provocative motion.

“I wonder if a smaller tongue will feel any different,” she wondered aloud, inching closer to David’s body. “Now, lick.”

Still on his tiptoes, David found himself almost perfectly aligned with her vertical smile. The area was clear of pubic hair, clearly groomed for a moment like this. With his head pressed against the wall and having nowhere to go, the giant pussy marched on, closing the gap between them. David never managed to gather the courage to submissively lean forward, but Vera had no issue taking command of the situation. Her hips shot forward, where she subtly grinded against his nose and lips, beckoning him to begin. 

David’s tongue instinctively slipped out and trailed upwards, immediately provoking a response from the towering woman, “Mmm, that’s it David. Eat me the fuck out…”

The grip around his entrapped hands tightened and he could feel her pressing more aggressively against his frame, snuffing out what little room he had. He lapped at her moistening womanhood, hoping to please her in exchange for being released. But instead, Vera’s immense weight bucked more sensually, and her grinding became more aggressive. With no way to escape, David’s face was suddenly lathered in her juices. Her moaning grew louder and motions more exaggerated; he could tell she was close to climaxing. 

For several minutes, it felt like she was near her peak, ready to burst at any moment, but she didn’t want it to end. Vera looked down, only able to see the hands she had pinned against the wall and the hair on the top of David’s head, watching as he drowned in her juices. A small evil grin escaped her. She was forcing this little man to eat her pussy, needing little other than the weight of her body to keep him trapped. The power made her pussy throb more vibrantly than ever before, and in a short blissful moment, Vera came. She released his wrists from the vice-like grip, dropping her hand to rest over his head. Her fingers draped around his head like a fleshy veil before clamping onto his head possessively, forcing his face and tongue against her clit for several more licks.

Having finished, Vera stumbled back until she hit the edge of her bed, her large ass partially collapsing onto the pillowy cushion. Her toes scrunched against the carpet, still feeling the lingering waves of pleasure echoing through her body. Finally, she let out a giggle, “Mmm… that felt amazing.”

Meanwhile, David’s body was slumped against the wall, exhausted from his endeavor of pleasuring the giant woman. He felt out of breath, his arms were tired from being pinned above his head, and his tongue felt strained from lapping repeatedly between her legs. His eyes were closed momentarily in relief, but popped open at the sound of Vera’s voice. 

By the time he could register what was happening, he was being dragged across the floor in her direction. Her lengthy fingers were wrapped comfortable around his calf, reeling him in with ease until he was closer to the bed. Vera grabbed his shirt, hoisting him back up to his feet in one swift motion. Her ability to throw him around like a toy was both frightening and arousing.

“Come here, little guy,” she cooed, planting a large hand on his shoulder. “Let’s see if we can return the favor.”

Vera jerked her hand, flipping him around to face the wall before eagerly wrapping an arm around him and cupping the bottom of his jaw between her longer fingers. Her long legs were almost bent perfectly at 90 degrees, and David found himself being reeled back between them. Even with Vera seated, his short stature aligned perfectly with her perky breaks, forcing his head between them. Vera leaned over, encompassing most of his frame now backed between her legs. Her fingers wrapped around his cheeks while her palm rested against his throat, propping his chin upwards. She could flick his head in any direction she wanted.

“Look at how small you are, David. Like a little puppet… my puppet,” she whispered into his ear while her free hand seductively snaked into his waistband, forcing his pants and underwear down to his ankles, leaving his erection exposed. “I guess you find this equally arousing.”

The grip around his throat constricted in her tightening grasp, and suddenly David’s head was forced downward to watch Vera’s hand nearing his manhood. She aligned her ring finger next to his cock, letting out a small giggle. 

“My ring finger is longer than your entire dick. And it’s barely longer than my pinky,” she teased, watching as she swapped between fingers. 

David’s cock was getting harder with each teasing comment. He felt like he could explode at any moment and he was having a hard time resisting as she lightly stroked his cock between her long fingers. Suddenly David felt her feet scoot inward, pressing against the sides of his own. The difference in size was breathtaking. 

“And don’t even get me started with how small you look next to my feet. My toes could probably milk your little–” she began, suddenly having to stop from the wetness below.

The thought of what she was about to say was enough to send him over the edge, and David came and came hard. Between her words and gentle yet commanding touch, he was never going to last long. The towering woman laughed, finally releasing him from her clutches, clearly proud of her work.

“You're too easy David. I didn’t even get to the fun part.”

The pair silently moved to the living room, having had their fun. The air was a bit thick with tension when Vera broke it, “You can sit on the floor, since you’d probably prefer that.”

David sat on the floor at Vera’s feet, his back resting against the couch as she lounged above him. His head barely reached the cushion while she stretched out, one long arm draped over the backrest, the other resting lazily on her thigh. Her big feet, still warm from their earlier activities, remained close—one resting flat on the floor beside him, the other propped up lazily on her heel.

For the first time, they weren’t doctor and patient. There were no session notes, no analytical tone, no professional detachment. Just two wildly different-sized people.

Vera smirked, shifting her foot slightly so her toes nudged his thigh. "Soooo," she wondered aloud, drawing out the word, "how does it feel sitting down there for a conversation instead of on my couch?"

He hesitated, then exhaled a small chuckle before shifting his position to face her. “I mean, the floor certainly isn’t more comfortable than a couch.”

Vera laughed, a deep, knowing sound. "You say that like you don’t enjoy sitting next to these big… beautiful… feet," she teased.

David swallowed, slightly embarrassed of his own affinity for them. He wasn’t gonna argue.

She stretched out her legs, deliberately shifting until her foot was pressed against his chest, the broad sole covering a surprising amount of his torso. “You don’t regret telling me all your little secrets in therapy, do you?” she asked, her tone softer, but still playful.

He gripped the sides of her foot and shook his head. “No… If anything, I think it was a relief. I just didn’t expect you to, you know, be so… interested.”

Vera’s lips curved in a slow smile. “Oh, I love holding on to your little secrets.” She flexed her toes slightly against him, watching his reaction before setting her foot back down on the carpet. 

“So,” he started, trying to keep his voice casual and shift the focus of their conversation, “do you—uh—do you date much?”

Vera raised an eyebrow, a smirk creeping onto her lips. “That’s a curious question.”

David rubbed the back of his neck, doing his best to justify his asking. “I mean, we’ve talked a lot about me. Kinda curious about you for once.”

She stretched her arms behind her head, crossing one long leg over the other, making herself a bit more comfortable. “I date on and off,” she said simply. “Not a lot of people are comfortable dating a six and half foot tall woman.”

David nodded, watching the way she seemed completely at ease. “I can imagine. I mean, you’re—” He hesitated, choosing his words carefully. “—striking.”

Vera let out a short laugh. “You think so?” She asked, looking down at him. “I assume most guys don’t want to be the smaller, shorter one in the relationship, huh? Might feel emasculating, or whatever.”

He swallowed, his heart picking up just a little. “Yeah, I’d imagine that’s part of it.”

Vera stretched, shifting her position so one foot rested beside him again. “And truthfully, having a partner taller than me… that just doesn’t work with me.”

David glanced at her, noticing the hint of amusement in her eyes. “So… what does work for you?”

She tilted her head, studying him. “Well if ain’t taller, it’s smaller. It’s just a matter of how small…”

David felt his face heat up again. “I—uh—imagine you haven’t dated very short.”

Vera smirked. “I guess that is all relative. Some would say 5’10’’ is average and even tall to most girls. But when you are 8 inches taller than that… I would consider it short..”

David nodded slowly, letting her words sink in before giving his own perspective. “5’10’’ isn’t short at all!”

Her smirk deepened. “Oh, David,” she purred, stretching out her legs again, accentuating her length. “Maybe not to you.. but for me… that is very short. Not that I mind. I actually enjoy feeling tall next to others… and now I’d go as far to say I enjoy feeling like a giant,” she winked, lifting herself from the couch and standing to her full height.

David leaned his head back, gazing up at Vera. From his spot on the floor, she already seemed massive, but now that they were just talking—really talking—it hit him even more. He shook his head with a small laugh.

“It’s so weird to think about,” he mused. “You’ve always been taller than most people, right? I can’t even imagine what that’s like. I’m always looking up to people: men, women, even most kids.”

Vera smirked, lounging against the cushions. “That's all I’ve ever known,” she said. “For me, it definitely feels like I am always having to look down or bend down for others.”

David chuckled. “That’s so alien to me. My whole life is built around being smaller than people. I have to speak up, watch for others that might not see me, and really just make my presence known. Sometimes I feel invisible. Must be nice to always be seen…”

Vera lifted a brow. “Not exactly. Being this tall comes with its own problems. Doorways, legroom, finding shoes that actually fit—” she wiggled her toes for emphasis, making him glance at her feet before looking back up at her. “But the trade-off? I like the way people react to me. Even the ones who pretend they don’t notice.”

David hesitated for a second, then asked, “What about me?”

She tilted her head, amused. “What about you?”

“I mean…” He rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly feeling very aware of just how small he was compared to her. “I know I’m tiny, even compared to what is normally considered very short. So, what’s it like being around me?”

Vera grinned at that, taking another step forward. David instinctively leaned back further as she stood over him. Her stature was awe-striking, and almost overwhelming.

She placed a hand on her hip, looking down at him with an almost wicked glint in her eye. “You?” she mused, as if considering the question. Then she smirked. “I love being near you.”

David swallowed. “Y-you do?”

“Oh, absolutely.” Vera elevated a foot over David’s seated position, the massive sole hovered tantalizingly close to his head. “Most people make me feel big, sure. But you? You make me feel like a goddess.”

She splayed her toes in an attempt to hypnotize David. “There is something very empowering about the thought that I can quite literally step on you and make you submit with nothing but my foot.” She leaned forward slightly, lowering her voice. “And that was before I found out you liked feet.”

David’s breath hitched as he met her gaze. He couldn’t deny it. Not when she was standing over him like this, making him feel like it could happen at any moment.

Vera grinned, sensing his reaction. “See?” 

Without warning, Vera’s foot came crashing down, planting itself against the side of his head before driving it down unrelentingly to the floor. The only defense David could manage was a feeble grab at her ankle. Even with both hands wrapped firmly around her ankle, pushing as hard as he could, his efforts did little other than entertain the amazonian woman. His body, seated upright moments before, had been flattened to the floor with his head now pinned firmly under her warm sole.

Vera giggled at the ease of it all. It was truly amazing how big she looked in comparison. Even with her heel tucked against the base of his neck, the entirety of his head didn’t even extend outside the arch of her foot, leaving most of her foot hanging past the top of his head. Her eyes trailed downward, spotting a small but expected bulge forming between his legs. 

“Come on now, you can put up a better fight than that,” she antagonized, grinding her heel against the side of his head like she was putting out a cigarette.

 David fought with what little strength he could muster, while she playfully mashed his head against the carpet. After a minute or two of struggling, and likely with Vera’s grace, he finally managed to pop his head free. Vera left her foot hovering ominously in the air above him, wiggling her toes in anticipation of more.

“See, I can’t do this with short people… only you.” At the conclusion of her words she planted her foot on his chest, admiring her long toes as they slid down his sternum onto his abs, only to stop carefully below his waist. David’s sweatpants did little to protect or hide his growing manhood, and Vera dexterously pinched his hardened member between her toes. “Anything else you’d like to ask me?”

His mind struggled to think clearly under the pressure of her flexing toes. Each gentle squeeze led to his body to further betray him. This was the first time he was able to ask Vera questions and learn more about her, and he didn’t want to waste the opportunity. To bide his time, he made a small joke.

“Do you treat all your clients this way,” he asked, gripping onto her big toe. His fingers wrapped around her toe like it was an oversized joystick.

Just as David sucked in a sharp breath, his body tensing beneath the deliberate grasp of Vera’s toes, the moment was shattered by a sudden, jarring knock at the door.

Vera didn’t flinch, but she did roll her eyes in irritation, her foot lingering for just a second longer before she finally pulled away.